A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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